He was caught at the scene of the crime trying to flush all evidence of Scott.
He denied all involvement, but it was clear that he was on something at the time.
Scott was everywhere, tousled around carelessly like freshly curled hair
I’ve never seen anything like this before. Clearly there was no remorse.
But…..We took him to trial…The glove didn’t fit, so we had to acquit.
(Scott tissue will be in our prays.)
Okay Chicken….I’m no egg expert, but I’m pretty sure this is crazy big. Are you doing steroids? What are you hiding? What’s happening in that barn? And don’t even think of playing games with me!
Hey mommy. No. Everything’s fine here. The train? Don’t worry about that. The chicken and me are gonna play a little game on the tracks.
Don’t even think of clucking at my mommy when she walks away. We can always have chicken soup tonight. Have I made myself clear?
What is that? Who is here? What do I see?
It’s a strange little boy looking back at me.
Are those pants? Are those legs? Is it a suit?
How do you potty? How do you toot?
You frighten me with your strange lack of parts.
I can’t trust a dude who doesn’t fart.
Sammy: I’ve been thrown and I can’t get up.
I’m not leaving this tree. That kid’s too rough.
Day 38: No pictures of me for yesterday. I had to leave school early because of yuckiness. I had a fever and some other stuff that is just nobody’s business, cause a dude’s business should be private. Let’s just say it was questionable enough to make my mommy pick me up early from school.
She took me to the doctor and he said I could play the sick card and miss school today. But….He also said my liver seemed enlarged and I would need to get some blood drawn. That seemed silly to me. Why would anyone want a drawing of blood? And….Who do you call to do that?
Day 39: See how excited I am to go.
My mommy would be real big poopy head if she took a picture of me getting my blood taken. Instead she drew a quick version of my nightmare. That just makes her a little poopy head.
I’m a lot cuter than that.
After my torture, mommy and daddy took me to eat. I think it was more for them. I like french fries. Daddy is making a funny face to hide the fact his face looks funny.
I don’t trust daddy. He is trying to take some of my food.
I have to give him the stinky eye to keep him away.
Then we went to my sister’s school to watch her perform with her Spirit Squad and Drama Club.
“My nap was interrupted for this!” (I hope I used the right finger. My sign language is kinda rusty.)
Okay…..Is anything in here?
Let me take a closer look.
Holy macaroni!
Where’d those things come from?
BE AWARE: I like to check things out.
Before school yesterday I had to lay down the law with my cat.
“NO mice, snakes, birds or squirrels going through the pet door today. I know you think it’s a funny prank to lay them inside my toy box, but it ain’t. You’re going to give me nightmares.”
Go get that cat. He’s not allowed to walk away from me when I’m talking to him.
What? You aren’t going to help?
Forget you then. I’ll just walk to school. I know the way.
Okay. Maybe I was out of line yesterday, but I have a problem.
I’m hooked on the sauce. “FORM OF APPLESAUCE. SHAPE OF AN APPLE!”
My mommy thought that was funny. I guess you have to be old like her to understand.
And…….When I don’t get the sauce fast enough, I can rage.
BE AWARE:
People with down syndrome are not always happy. I’m so emotional, I could be my own Lifetime Channel.
P.S: Mommy said don’t feel bad. I am a big tantrum faker, especially when I don’t get my way. Just like regular dudes my age.
BE AWARE:
Just like most kids my age and most dudes of any age, I sometimes put my head in places I probably shouldn’t.
“Okay. Mommy? Daddy? I told people I did this to myself. Can you please take this kid cone off of my head now? I promise to be good.”
Getting ready for the day.
Nothing beats a good koozie to keep your juice nice and chill.
That looks about right.
I don’t need any unnecessary interruptions or lawsuits.
OMG! What the hoobastank!
I leave for five seconds and some doo doo head tries to brick up my beverage.
I won’t stand for this.
I’m calling the home office.
Someone is going down for this incompetence.
Can you hear the pain and suffering my drink went through?
Can you?
The therapy for exacerbating the claustrophobia alone….. will bankrupt you.
Now you hold on one doggone minute.
I DO NOT HAVE A DRINKING PROBLEM!!!
Do you hear that?
I’m drinking just fine. No problems at all.
(burp)
Wow! That was a good one. I’m ready for another.
Hey. What’s this?
I’ve seen models use these with powdered sugar on glass.
Ain’t nobody got time for that.
Now that right there hits the spot.
Did you get all that Mr. Home Office.
I’m fired?
Well. You can kiss my hiney.
Actually (hiccup), I’m using it now to keep balance.
You’re just gonna have to wait in line (hiccup) for kissing.
Too much fighting. I need another drink.
Not feeling good.
Can someone get me down?
Mommy? Daddy? I need a mouth diaper.
Okay daddy, we got this.
We don’t need mommy to make sure I get to school okay.
Follow me this way.
Pick up the pace daddy. We don’t want to be late.
You still there?
If I stop to look, it could really throw off my rhythm.
Look! We’re almost to the playground.
That’s the first thing we do when I get to school.
What? I didn’t know you and mommy talked to each other.
I guess I forgot we don’t play first.
Oops! My bad!
Tuesday must be MY day. Last Tuesday I did something pretty cool walking into school. I walked past the school buses and saw a kid outside. I decided to make a new friend. When I tried to say “hi” he accidently fell over. I didn’t mean to push him. Mommy and Daddy thought it was funny. Mommy said I was making a political statement. I’m not sure what she’s talking about. I like plastic people. Some of the best hugs I’ve ever gotten were from women who had some work done.
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Anyway…….This is where my 2nd great Tuesday begins.
I’m actually excited to get to the van.
I tried to get in the back where I usually ride, but mommy was taking pictures and said she couldn’t show me getting into the trunk.
“Okay mommy. I’ll play along.”
Here I am……ready to do amazing things like……say “SQUARE” in class today. I didn’t even say it to a kid to be mean. I was actually saying it to a shape. I don’t know if you think that’s cool or not, but it is. It is!
A Dose of Justice (...courtesy of my crazy mom) 